Tuesday, November 29, 2016

We thought we were
going to meet last fall, but he had a stomach bug which stopped that plan. It took another year for us to get
together. However, since that time,
we’ve met once a month. Here are some
highlights…

He meets me on the front porch of his beautiful, large
house. I bring in my bag of
leathers. Then we go outside in the
fading late afternoon light to see his massive garden. It is a work of art. It’s late fall—I can only imagine what it
must look like in the spring or summer.

I let him lead the way.
He’s worn his leathers—but we are in such a secluded place, the city
feels far away. His eyes come alive as
he talks about his plants. (I soon learn
that having sex causes that same spark.)
He has a mischievous smile. A
shaved head. I stand next to him—I size
him up at about 5’ 10”. He’s very slim
and fit from all the yoga. And once we
are inside (having grabbed my rimseat from the car) he shows me the intricate
tattoo on his back. It is of two coiled
snakes—one with his mouth right at his ass.
He explains (and I know I’ll get this wrong as I write it here) about
how his meditation and yoga work has released all the coiled primal energy at
the base of his spine. The symbol for
that force is the serpent. He is deeply
in touch with that energy—and warns me he usually has explosive anal orgasms.

We end up in the uppermost level of the house. One area has a Fort Troff sling hanging on
its red frame. The other area has a
large double bed. I get into my leathers
as we talk some more. I learn he’s on
PrEP. He asks about why I chose
FelchingPisser as a screen name and tells me it conjures up so many great
images. He wonders aloud about what his
name might be. We come up with
SpiritHole.

He is on his knees before me, getting my dick hard. We don’t spend too long there, I can’t wait
to sample his ass. I bend SpiritHole
over on the bed—his feet spread wide on the floor, his chest to the
mattress. I kneel between his splayed
legs and sample the pucker highlighted by the snake’s open mouth and forked
tongue. I connect for the first
time. I go deep. His hole flowers open. I spit and massage it. I stand up and enter. He begins shaking as I bottom out. I fuck him with slow, deliberate
strokes. I begin a build to a good fuck
tempo. He shudders and mumbles
encouragement into the bed coverings.

I flip him over. I
want to see his eyes as I enter him. I
am not disappointed—our eyes lock as I push into him. But they roll up into the top of his head as
I build to a hard fuck. My hips slap his upturned ass and are the only sound in
the room besides his guttural exclamations of pleasure.

*****

We’ve moved to the sling.
I am eating his fucked out hole.
SH is a great self luber. His ass
is awash with the juices that make my dick drip.

I rim.

I swallow.

I insert.

I fuck.

We take pictures.

*****

I get him on the rim seat—a new experience, I think, for SH. He literally drips ass jizz into my open
mouth.

We are there a long time.
Until I have to get up and breed him.

My Playroom—October, 2016

We start on the fuckbench.
I always seem to start there…but the ass is spread so perfectly for my tongue. I wash his ass crack with piss (his first experience—at
least with me.) I kneel and clean him
up.

We fuck—with plenty of ass to mouth as I bring my cock,
fresh from his hole, to his mouth.

And back again.

Repeatedly.

*****

In the sling now. And
I’m fucking.

“I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to piss up my ass.”

I stop drilling him. “You
mean like this?” The warmth of my piss
is spreading through his gut. His eyes
glitter and, as I start to pump, still spurting, they do the roll up into his
head. “Take every drop.” I pick up the tempo. I am splashing piss out on the back stroke,
soaking the towel beneath us. I churn my
piss for a few minutes before I slow, pull out and taste the mix of piss and
ass jizz.

He’s so damn wet…But I don’t get the mouthful I expect. I dig deeper.

*****

Later that session, I unwrap a wintergreen Star Brite candy
and fuck into his wet ass. “Now, let’s
get you out of the sling. I want you on
the rimseat so you can feed me that out of your hole.” I get under.
He sits. I tongue him. He’s wide open. But his ass is so wet and hot, he’s already melted
the Star Brite. I eat out his newly flavored
hole.

I eat him—until I need to breed him.

Ann Arbor—November, 2016

We play on the bed.

We fuck in the sling.

“This time,” SH tells me, “I want to eat your ass on the
rimseat.”

I have gotten in the sling for him to spear me with his
tongue each session we’ve met. (And he’s
offered to fuck me with his uncut cock each time.) SH gets under the seat—another first for him. I sit.
My hole spreads. Both of us are
very happy to be there for a long time.

*****

We are on the bed. I
tie a bandana over my eyes. I work my
cock ring off—he wants to lick me everywhere. I open my legs and get my hands under the back
of my head. He’s on top of me, then to
my side, then between my legs. He licks
my cock, suckles my balls, licks my pits and spends a long time with his mouth
plastered to my nipples and my mouth.

SH rolls me on my side and bends my legs. His body is pressed to my back as his tongue
invades my ass yet again. I am warmed by
his whole body.

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

The next man in my playroom, Judd, was another man I had been talking
to for a long time. He had been recommended
to me by a mutual playmate who knew him as a top. But he was very vocal to me about being
versatile. We had to juggle his work
schedule with some family duties of his and with my odd schedule. But we found time—almost immediately after my
last adventure.

We sent the usual texts. He told
me he really needed to get fucked.

Bareback? “Yes. And breed me.”

Restraints? “Sure.”

Toys? “Maybe.”

Watersports? “YES!”

He cut my quiz short with a final salvo: “Just do whatever you want to me, as long as
your dick is in my hole.”

Judd is naked but for a blue
jock. He’s late 20’s with a shaved
head. He’s pale, though it’s the end of
summer. There is a shoulder tat—a skull—and
a forearm tat— a dagger dripping blood. He’s
thin and lithe, maybe 5’6”, 150 pounds.
His cock is hidden by the jock, though I know from his profile that it’s
bigger than average.

He gets right to his knees and
starts mouthing my jock. It must still
reek of Brock’s juicy ass. Jonah grunts
his appreciation of it. His tongue
snakes out and gets the pouch really wet.
He pulls my cock out.

I stop him with “Do my balls.” His tongue is great. He doesn’t try to pull them into his mouth, he
just licks them. It makes my cock go
from semi-erect to full on hardness. I
pull away from him and push my dick into his mouth. I hold his head and fuck. He takes ¾ of my length. I pull out and go right back down his throat. This time to the root. And he takes me just fine. My dick comes up with that deep throat slime.

“Get on the bench.” He does.
I wipe my dick down his ass crack, so all that throat jizz is covering
it. This elicits another grunt of pleasure.
I kneel and eat him out. He’s
tight. But he knows how to open for my
thrusting tongue.

“Your tongue feels great. But give me that dick.”

I ignore him. I eat him out some more. He grabs the handles on the fuck bench and
holds on. I stand up and slap his ass
with my wet dick again. “You still want
this big dick up you?”

“Yeah.”

I slap him with it again.

He corrects himself. “Yes, Sir.”

"Yes, Sir what?”

“Give me that raw dick, Sir.”

And on the word “Sir” I push the
head into him.

“FUCK!”

“Take it.”

“Yes, Sir.”

And he does. I never stop working it into him. I stop only when he has the full length. Then I fuck him hard. I reach over to the bureau and grab my water
bottle, never missing a stroke. I take a
long swig of water. I pull out of his
ass and piss pours out of me. All down
his ass crack. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he
whimpers.

I kneel and lick it up. I fuck some more. I pull out and, this time, bring my dick to
his mouth. There is no hesitation at all
on ass to mouth. He cleans me avidly.

Fuck.

Clean.

Fuck.

Rim.

Fuck.

Piss.

I get the wrist restraints off the
sling chains and fasten them on him. The
sling frame is wide open, with the sling just hanging from the front two
chains. I take him over to it and attach
the wrist restraints above Judd’s head. “Arch
your back.” He does. His young fucking ass juts out at me, hanging
there, at my mercy.

I eat his hole again. He is so fucking wet from the play. I make a show of spitting his butt juices
back into him. I fuck him in this position. He is totally compliant. I pull out and piss his ass crack again. I lick it off. I save some in my mouth. I bring it up to his mouth. He hungrily opens to let me yellowball the
piss to him. We kiss. Roughly.

I let him down, to give his arms a
break. I turn him around. The arms go back up. He’s now facing me, strung up and at my mercy
again. I pull his cock out of the
jock. I go down on him until he’s rock
hard. I have just enough in my bladder
to do a short blat of piss on his hard inches—and I clean it off with my
mouth. Again—I stand and make him taste
my piss and his precum. He’s juicing
like crazy—he’s totally getting off on being used.

I suck some more. I let him down.

The sling goes up. We fuck there, too. Hard and long.

I make him sit on the rim
seat. Not that he’s fighting. I get my tongue so deep into his juicy ass…

Then it is sling time again. I fuck.
I pull out and send piss flying across his chest. One spurt hits his open mouth. The rest puddles on his chest.

“Sir, I’m going to cum.” He is stroking himself. I knew I should have fastened his hands above
his head.

I get my dick back in his
ass. I fuck his jizz out of him. He cums noisily. I scoop it up with my right hand. I don’t pull all the way out. “I’m smearing it on my cock,” I tell
him. I do just that. And fuck it into him.

“I don’t think I can take…any…more…”

He never finishes the thought for
I begin whitewashing his insides—making guttural noises that drown him out…

Sunday, November 20, 2016

He had been writing to
me for close to a year. And he seemed to
have an unerring instinct to send me a message about wanting to get fucked at
the moments I was busiest in my real life.
He asked if we could hook up the day my Dad went into the hospital last
winter. During the summer, I found messages
asking whether I was free to fuck when I hadn’t opened the hook up site in 6 or
7 days as I was so busy with work. He
asked again to play on the day I was leaving for Canada this September. So I made sure that I got back with him the
moment I got home.

In fairly short order
we were able to settle on a date. He
wanted a pretty simple fuck—with none of the extras I can supply. He was young.
I guessed he was attending the university nearby. He wouldn’t send a face pic, but the pictures
he did send certainly showed a young man in good shape—tall, a worked out chest
and a very large cock with a decided downward curve. He wrote that he was tired of guys
approaching him “as nothing but a Big Black Cock” and he needed a big white
cock up his trim bubble butt. He was ok
with getting fucked bare, but would prefer that I not breed him…

Right on time, Brock rings my doorbell. He has a handsome face, to go along with the
handsome body. He looks rather
embarrassed as I let him in. We go right
upstairs to the playroom. I point to the
chest of drawers where he can store his clothes and I go down stairs to strip. I head back upstairs in my bathrobe and with
the computer for some porn to play while we fuck around. I catch him, totally naked, looking at all
the toys and sexual equipment set out on the other bureau in the room.

“Can guys really take something this big up their asses?” he
asks, hefting the biggest dildo I own.

“Not many. That was
left here by a regular who could take it like it was nothing more than a
breadstick.”

“I’m gonna have trouble taking you, much less that
thing.” He puts it back with the others.

“Why don’t you get it hard and see.” My hand points to the section of the padded
floor in front of me. Brock gets on his
knees. He pulls the jock aside. (I’ve made sure it’s a clean one.) He takes my dick into his mouth. It swells immediately. He pulls back as my cock wants to go right
down his throat. He knows how to
suck. Brock concentrates on the head,
using lots of tongue. Occasionally he
takes almost my full length down his throat.

He pulls off, panting.
“That’s bigger than your pictures.”

I heft it in my left hand and softly slap it against his
cheek. “Isn’t that better than the other
way around?”

He opens his mouth to answer and I stick it back in his
mouth. I hold him gently in place and
begin to fuck his face. He grunts—a sound
I can’t tell if it’s good or bad. I look
down at his dick—it is drooling heavily, leaving a sticky white mess on the
black exercise mat. His dick tells me it’s
good.

“Let’s get you up on the fuck bench. I want to eat that ass.”

Brock scrambles up and into place. “Go slow,” he reminds me.

My tongue finds his hole. This makes him reach back and pull his cheeks
apart. I spend a long time getting him
as wet as possible. I lube my dick as I
burrow even deeper into his tight, tight hole that is beginning to relax.

I’m going to try to go in.
I stand up. My wet head is right
against his pucker. It tightens right
back down. I start talking to him,
asking him about the last guy he fucked.
A fuck bud? Anonymous? Does he have lots of repeats who want that
big dick?

Brock answers each question.
It relaxes him. And I’m buried inside
him. Suddenly he realizes it, too. “How much is in me?”

“Just over half.”

“Fuck…”

And I inch the rest of it into him. I hold.
I fuck. Slow and gentle.

“Can I get off my knees?”

I pull out reluctantly and suggest the sling.

“I’ve never been in one of these either.” I get him into the stirrups. His legs spread that wide, opens his hole,
making for an easy re-entry. I
fuck. I eat him again and stand up to do
some more.

“I need to take a break from that thing.”

I get him out and pour him some water.

I suggest the rim seat.
I know he likes my tongue.

“This is new, too.”

I get under. He sits—that
full ass is close to smothering me. I
poke into him. He can’t stop telling me
how deep my tongue is up his hole. I can
hear him flogging his big dick. I keep
eating, waiting for him to explode any moment.

Without warning he stands up. “Let me ride you.”

I get up and onto the bed.
He straddles me, facing me, inching down on my cock. His big piece of meat looks angry and wet. He strokes it once he’s down to my pubes.

It takes no time at all.
He is no longer in my room. He’s
focused on something above us. And on the
sensations in his clinging, tight ass. And
in moments my chest is covered with only a load a man in his 20’s can
shoot. Huge. And creamy…

A short session (less
than an hour). And it seems to have scratched
Brock’s itch. He’s not been online
since.

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

I always cross the
Canadian border at Port Huron/Sarnia instead of Detroit/Windsor. There is less traffic and I can avoid going
through Detroit. Coming home this way
after my night at SteamWorks, I realized that I was horny as fuck—thinking about
all the sex of my week in Canada. I also realized that I was closer than usual
to a bookstore that I don’t get to very often anymore. As if the car had a mind of its own, it took
the exit north before I had fully decided what I should do.

I had an early dinner,
checked into a cheap motel room and went for a night at the bookstore. It is set up slightly differently. Your one admission gets you into a gay
theatre, a straight theatre (plastic chairs facing a large screen television)
and down a hall, there are 14 booths—7 playing gay films, 6 playing straight
and one screening bi-sexual porn.

I am in the straight theatre. I’m sitting in the corner watching two women
share an amazingly large dick on the screen.
I am back to watching the movie.
I have been sucking the man on my right.
He is a nice looking older guy—but he stops me and pulls me off his dick
every time there is a noise in the hallway or the door opens. Heaven forbid that another patron see him
getting his cock sucked. After the tenth
time (honestly!) I give up. He looks at
me. Pissed. And finally puts his cock away and leaves the
room.

I stroke. But I’ve
lost the mood. I get up and sit in the
gay theatre. One man finally comes in—and
the foul, unwashed smell of his clothes are too much for me. I beat a hasty retreat.

The straight side is still empty.

I make the rounds. Three
or four doors are closed and locked tight.
I can hear sex happening behind most of them. Wet blowjobs are unmistakable through the
plywood.

I sit in a corner booth.
I leave the door wide open. I
pull out my cock. It’s a gangbang
movie. This will work just fine…

I don’t know how much time later, I recognize the fact that
absolutely no one has wandered by. I
have heard one door open and bang shut.
One of the formerly locked booths leaving. I decide to go exploring. I stand and start to put my cock away.

And I hear movement.
A man is coming this way. I sit
and concentrate on the screen. He passes
my door. It’s a new arrival. He’s late 40’s and in clothes that are much
too nice for this place. He stops at the
booth directly across from me. He opens
the door and looks in, studying the screen.
He turns in my direction. I study
the screen and make sure that he can see every inch of my dick. When I finally turn to him, he all but
blushes and turns back to the screen in his booth.

We do it again.

This time he comes over to me, a little unsteady. One too many glasses of wine with that good
dinner, perhaps. He stands outside my
door. He’s tall, nicely trim and his
clothes fit him very well. He grins.

“You have a big cock.”

I smile back at him.

“I guess guys tell you that all the time.” He fills my doorway with his body. “I got a pretty nice one, but not like that.”

“Show me.”

He unzips his expensive pants. And a thick seven incher emerges. “Will you suck it?” he whispers.

He steps into my booth.
It’s tight, but we fit if I stay seated.
He fumbles with the door lock, finally getting it latched. He turns fully to me and I take his cock into
my mouth.

“Nice…” he croons. I
suck him to the root. He groans quietly,
then whispers: “I went out to eat with
the family. They all went home for a nightcap,
but I…I needed something. I’ve been horny
all day.”

I pull off his dick and look at it. The head is very red. And wet.
I take just the head into my mouth and use every trick my tongue knows.

This time he pulls it out of mouth. “I’m just a fucking whore,” he mumbles. “Can I suck you?”

“Sure.” It takes some
maneuvering in the tight space to get me to stand, back to the screen and for
him to sit on the bench. We make
it. And he enthusiastically takes half
my dick into his mouth. I wasn’t
expecting much—but he’s good. He knows
what to do. He beats his own dick like
crazy.

“I want your load,” I tell him. “In my mouth.”

He grunts assent around my dick and goes for the full
length. He gets all but the last
inch. I fuck it into his face. He instantly stops beating. I’m obviously doing something right. I grab him by the ears and begin to
deliberately fuck his face. In. Out.
All but to the root. My bush
smashing against his nose.

I let go. And let him
come up for air.

“That almost made me shoot.”

“I noticed.”

“I love big dick. If
I’d thought about it, I’d have cleaned up and I’d be sitting on that thing
right now.” This surprises me, but I don’t
let on. “Do you fuck?”

“Sure.”

“I’d so let you load my ass.”

This surprises me much more. “Let me see it.”

“What?”

“Your ass. I want to
see this ass you’d like me to fuck.”

“But we can’t. I’m
not ready….”

“I know. I just want
to look.”

We do the shuffle around again so he’s standing in front of
the screen and I’m back on the bench. I
suck his cock as a teaser, then turn him around. The expensive pants come down off a very
nicely rounded ass. He lets them drop to
the dirty floor. I push the designer
briefs down and run my hands over his butt as he jerks. He’s mostly hairless. I pull his cheeks apart slightly. There’s some hair there. And a tight, pink hole.

I lean forward. My
tongue touches it.

“Oh, shit,” he whispers.
“Eat this whore’s ass out.” I
poke and prod him with my hard tongue.
The guy jerks like crazy. I
tongue him deeper.

He shoots. And it’s not in my mouth. But he’s very happy. He pulls himself together and leaves.

I stand up and pull up my jeans from where they’ve been
around my ankles. My thighs are suddenly
wet.

I don’t know how he managed it, but he’s shot his load right
into the crotch of my pants.

Friday, November 11, 2016

I packed up the tent
and got all my other gear stowed in the car right after I got my host off at
the outdoor slurp ramp. It was Friday
and I was sure more campers were arriving for the weekend, but it had turned
cool enough that I wasn’t eager to play outdoors at night. I’d been speaking with a piss pig online—but of
course he vanished the moment I suggested we set up a meet. I decided it was just plain easier to go back
to SteamWorks. So, I did…

It’s a calm and pretty vanilla crowd, this Friday
night. I am certainly the odd one out in
my leathers. I get some good head on the
slurp ramp. I feel up the lubed hole of a
young Asian on the fuck bench. He hands
me a condom. I use my own Magnum and
fuck him until he asks me to stop. “Too
big to be first,” he tells me.

The communal sling is empty.
Lots of very young men are groping each other in the maze, but not much else
is happening there.

The gloryhole/booth area is packed. I have to be careful not to trod on toes with
my boots. I get groped from many
hands. I step into the alcove the booths
create. A young man follows me. He feels my bulge and pulls the pouch aside as
he goes to his knees. He groans and
takes the head of my dick into his mouth.

Ouch. I pull back and
get out of there. I swear every tooth in
his mouth has raked across my cock head.

I circle again.
Nothing. I go to my room. I leave the door open. I find some decent porn on the
television. I check my dick to make sure
the would-be cocksucker didn’t draw blood. Satisfied, I put my dick away. I don’t stroke. I just knead.
My cock swells.

“Do you need help with that?”

I hadn’t even noticed the man at the door. He’s under 30, Arabic, about 5’ 10”, thin but
toned. His white towel looks that much
whiter next to his darker skin. His hand
is squeezing his dick under the towel.

I nod.

He steps in and drops his towel. A long, thin and curved dick springs up. He crawls up on the bed and between my spread
legs. “Daddy needs his cock sucked. And I want to worship that thing.” He swallows me in one gulp. Nary a tooth.
And he looks so damn hot doing it.

He comes up for air.
I pull him up into a kiss. He’s
good at that, too. We kiss for a long
time. We can’t get enough of the other’s
tongue. When we finally pull out of it,
he looks me in the eye and breaks into a smile that makes me melt. He runs his finger through my beard, tracing
the outline. He grins again and goes
back to sucking my dick.

I lie back, but cock my head so I can look at him doing
me. Occasionally he’ll pull off my meat
and make eye contact again. Then it’s
right back at it.

He pulls off once more, this time with a question. “I have to ask, do you fuck with this thing?”

“What do you think?”

“Oh fuck, yeah. Will
you bury it in me?”

“Sure.” I sit up and
slip around him to the floor. “But first…right
here.” I pat the edge of the bed. “On all fours.”

He does just as I ask.
My tongue connects with his hole.
“YES!” He is loud enough for the
whole hallway to hear. “Eat me out. Nobody ever eats my ass.”

Is everyone in Toronto mad?
It’s perfect—a true bubble butt, with smooth cheeks but with a huge
tangle of jet black hair in his crack. I
eat and lap and spit. I grind my bearded
chin into his hole. He grabs my pillow
and twists it.

“Please put it in me—but...” he grabs a Magnum off the
bedside table and places it on the small of his back. I take it and redouble my efforts to open his
hole as I grease up and slide it on.

I stand up and enter him easily. He’s a good milker. He knows how to work dick in whichever hole
it’s in. His hand finds his own
cock. He strokes in time to my thrusts. I fuck him hard and fast.

“Can I flip over? I
want to watch you fuck me?” How do you
say ‘no’ to that? He flips and I re-enter
him, his legs on my shoulders, me with one knee on the low bed and one leg on
the floor. I know from his jerking it will
be over soon.

And it is. He sprays
down his pecs, very white on the cinnamon colored skin. I lean in, still inside him and lick up every
drop. He lets me. I come up, my mouth full of cum. And he pulls me into another kiss.

We finally get around to exchanging names.

*****

I make the rounds. I
pause at an open door. A ginger cub, in
his ’30’s. Marvelous intricate tats on
one shoulder and stretching down for a full sleeve. He is lying on his bed, remote pointed at the
television. He changes the channel—the waves
me into the room. He reaches up and
hefts my jock pouch. “Nice one.”

He gets it out and into his mouth. Eventually, I lie down on his bed and go down
on his dick that is damn close to my size, just not as thick.

We pull off each other at the same time.

“Fuck me. I want to
feel that thing in me raw.”

I get him on all fours and eat him out.

And fuck. It’s
electric to go in raw after being covered earlier. I fuck him, slamming against his upturned ass.
I finally have to pause or shoot.

He rolls over and we hold each other. “You feel so good,” he whispers. I kick the door shut and he goes on. “I used to tell myself I was straight and I
only fucked girls—I was so afraid of HIV.
Now I’m on PrEP and I can’t get enough cock in my ass. I mean, I still top, too. Do you want me to fuck you?”

I thank him, but decline.

He asks about me. I
tell him a little about my life, about my deceased partner, about my trip.

“When was the last time you got off?”

“Two days ago.”

“Then will you breed me? Fuck that big load into me. And I want to fuck someone else with your
load still deep in me.”

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

I stayed the night at
SteamWorks. When my alarm went off, I
went to find a shower. The halls and
rooms were deserted. It was, after all,
a Monday night now Tuesday morning. I
cleaned up and checked out before needing to renew. It was just after 4:00am as I walked to my
car through the sleeping streets of Toronto.
I napped a little in my car in its secluded parking spot. And then, before I left town, a good full
breakfast with a different kind of Canadian sausage.

I was not headed to my
usual area for my camping this year—but to a big gay campground in Ontario. Fortunately, for peace and quiet, it was
after their main season. Unfortunately,
for dick and ass, it was after their main season. I was meeting a fellow top. (We often play when I head to the bookstore
which is half arcade/half bathhouse. He
loves to share ass with me and likes my oral skills on his big dick…). He’d been on his campsite there for a week in
his big, new trailer. I pitched my
little tent next to it, so his dogs could keep their beds inside.

We both knew this week
was about relaxing—not getting guys into the outdoor play area. And thank
goodness we weren’t really looking—for the place was pretty much deserted. There were a couple of very large bears who
came in on day passes and who sat at the pool.
My friend did point out a young couple who were cabin sitting for friends. One was drop dead gorgeous and one was
biker-chic hot. We always nodded to them
on our walks, but that was that.
Instead, my f-bud and I read. I
went to the theatre one night. Other
nights we had a campfire—something I hadn’t done in years. We walked the trails—during the warm days and
in the cool, star filled evenings. It
was great to pause in a late night walk and give him some head in the middle of
an open field—the only light being those stars and a distant plane that moved
slowly, blinking red, across the sky.

I was still having trouble
sleeping—left over from my stressful summer.
I would go right to sleep but be wide awake at 4 in the morning. Occasionally, I could go back to sleep, but
usually I had to get up and do something.
This particular mid-week morning, I grabbed my computer out of the car
and took it to the recreation building—the one public place with
electricity. I set up and began writing
a blog post. The only light in the place
was from the screen of my laptop. My
only company was a rather tame chipmunk who was less surprised to see me, then
the other way around…

I’m writing about a bookstore encounter. It’s coming easily and I’m remembering what I
did in vivid detail. I am typing away. I don’t get hard—but my cock is certainly
plumped inside my jeans.

“Hey—there’s someone in here.” The voice in the darkness is loud, even
though he said it under his breath.

I look up, startled. “Hello.” I can’t see the speaker.

“Are you the guy in the tent?”

I admit I am.

The voice comes closer.
It’s two of them, actually. I can
finally make out that it is the young couple.
The tattooed Biker looking one is speaking. “You horny?
My boyfriend wants to watch me suck some dick.”

I tell him I could be persuaded. And ask him where.

“At the cabin where you’ve seen us weeding. Ten minutes.” And they are gone.

I pack up and tuck the computer into the car. I piss against a convenient tree and go
hiking around the semi-circle drive to their cabin. They are both there on the screened in porch,
sitting on an overstuffed couch. They
start stripping off as I come in the door.
Both are likely mid-30’s. The
gorgeous one is a Hollywood-pretty blond.
Ripped—without going crazy. The Tatted
one is decently put together, too, but with too many random tats. But at this moment, he is giving off a great
sexual vibe.

“He’s a top,” the Tatted One tells me, pointing at his
partner. “I am too, but I get fucked by
him.”

I nod.

“But I love to suck…” and he stops mid-sentence as I pull my
pants down. “Fuck, dude. I thought you were packing and I was right.”

I finish stripping down to my socks.

The Blond gets up off the couch, hefts my dick and says, “Fuck
his face with that thing.” The Blond
steps out of the way and begins stroking himself to hardness. The Tatted One gets on his knees to get me
fully hard. He’s good. Repeatedly to the root.

“Get on the couch,” the Blond tells his partner. The Tatted One knows just what he wants. He lies on his back, his head on the arm of
the sofa. I step up on the couch and
fuck into his mouth. The blond steps
forward so he can see my dick enter his partner. “Damn, if I didn’t have to go to work, I’d
let you pump that up my ass.”

Just the thought of fucking the Blond makes me fuck into the
Tatted One’s mouth harder. I pull out
and let the Blond replace me fucking into his partner. I lean over and position myself so my tongue
is reaming the Blond’s ass on his backstroke.
He groans. And it makes him shoot
all over the Tatted One’s face. He
mutters a ‘thanks’ to me and goes off to clean up for work. The Tatted One is mopping the cum off his
face and licking his fingers.

He gets up and checks to see if other men are around. It’s not yet 5:30am. I’m pretty sure not. I get him to settle back down and work on my
dick.

He gets up again.

When he comes back I offer to eat his ass, too. This finally keeps in place for a bit. But soon he is up and checking the “noise” he’s
heard.

His partner comes in, fully dressed, thanks me and leaves.

Now it starts in full force.
The Tatted One is everywhere but where he should be: On my dick.
He’s at the window. He’s
whistling for the dog. He is trying to
find a bottle of water he swears he had (and I’ve never seen.)

It sinks in that he’s high.

I get him back on my dick for a moment. When he moves off me again. I jerk myself. On his trip to the other side of the porch, I
corral him for a moment, sit him down and shoot on his face. He barely notices.

I excuse myself, get dressed as fast as I can and go back to
my sleeping bag.

And sleep.

*****

On the day I left I
did get my f-bud back to the play area in the woods. He loves gloryholes…and the slurp ramp style
GH’s there did the trick. We had far
better sex in those few minutes than I had with the two supposedly hotter men.

Sunday, November 6, 2016

I had finished up my
work in Northern Indiana, gone to the piss party at the end of the week, and by
the next Monday I was headed out of state for my annual trip to Canada. I was going to spend most of my time in a slightly
different place this year, but more on that later. I started as I always do, with a trip to
Toronto.

I had been in contact
with Canadian Kevin, as he’s known on here.

We have met twice—at a
CumUnion and at a Rough House event both held at the Toronto SteamWorks. The two of us were both eager to see each
other again—as our last two meetings had been aborted due to different family
emergencies. We timed it for the CumUnion
night at SteamWorks. I will need to find
him in a sling room…

The energy of the bathhouse is high. It’s crowded.
And hot. I walk past the slurp
ramp on the way to my room. It’s
packed. I find my small room and change
into my leathers. I begin the circuit of
the open doors. He’s not in the best
sling room—where we met—a room that has a closable iron gate so men can watch
the action and stick their hard cocks through the grill work. And he’s not in the room right next to it—where
we played the second time. I walk towards
the corner room, aware of the stares of the guys I meet in the corridor—all in
their towels. Their eyes linger on my
leather and the jock pouch full of swollen cock waiting to spring free. Some are surprised. Some love it.
One twink looks panicked.

The door is open. It’s
dark in the room. A cute, young guy is
fucking the hot man in the sling. I’ve
come to the right place. I toss my bag
on the bed and get my cock out. I stick
it in Kevin’s mouth. At least I am
pretty sure it’s Kevin with this low light.
Once I feel his mouth I’m quite sure.
The man fucking Kevin re-doubles his efforts. He’s in the home stretch, it seems.

“Fuck!” He pulls out,
rips off the condom. Kevin lets go of
me, but keeps his mouth open as he sits up in the sling. The first spurt hits him on the chin. The rest covers his gym built chest. The top shoots us a grin and leaves. I bend over and kiss his cummy lip hello.

We chat a little. He
tells me that he’s been here for an hour.
He’s had two cocks in him—but this was the first load. He hands me the chalk. I write on the wall: Me.
Them. Loads. Two hashmarks under Them and one mark under
Loads. Cocks in his mouth don’t count in
the tally.

I get on my knees—leaving the door open—and get to work on
eating out his hole. He’s juicy and
ready from the men who’ve been up him. I
eat and spit. Lick and swallow. I suit up while I’m grinding my beard into
his hole. I stand up and enter him.

“I—I’d forgotten how thick you are,” Kevin grunts out. I keep right on fucking. We have visitors at the door. A man about my age comes in. He gets the idea and puts his dick in Kevin’s
mouth.

I pull out and slap my engorged dick against the mound in
Kevin’s black jock. He pulls his dick
out and begins jerking it. I enter him
roughly—matching the strokes of the man fucking Kevin’s mouth.

Eventually he fucks Kevin too.

And another.

And another guy who only uses his mouth.

I mark the wall when there is a lull. I’ve been up him 4 times, the same number as how
many other dicks have been up his ass.
He has had one more load shot into his mouth as well.

We break and go for a walk to the slurp ramp. I have Kevin service my cock. I have an older man to my left. He sticks his dick out hoping for a
mouth. I tap the back of Kevin’s head
and move him to the new cock. I watch
him hungrily take the new man.

I move Kevin back to me.

And in the other
direction to service a third dick.

When those guys move off, I take Kevin to the fuck bench
that is in this area. I fuck him hard
and loud…but we can’t get anyone else to fuck him, though one burly bear uses
his mouth.

I take Kevin to the shower and empty myself of piss all over
his beautiful ass. I lick some off—and let
rinse off the rest.

We head back to the room.
We play much the same way. Always
on view. Always encouraging. Getting the occasional man to come in and
play.

We use the public sling, too. Lots of hands on his chest and his dick—but here
no one else fucks him.

Leaving that area, we spy a man sitting in a lounge
area. Kevin looks at me. I nod.
Kevin gets on his knees in front of the man with the biggest dick of the
night. He takes the ebony 10 incher deep
into his mouth. I get behind my boy and
begin rimming his ass. We invite the
hung one back to the room. He
agrees. And never shows up.

I mark the wall.

We take a break from each other. I go off to roam a little on my own. Kevin keeps the door open, lolling in the
sling.

I use the slurp ramp again on my own. I let two different men share my dick.

I walk through the glory hole area—but nothing catches my
eye.

But rounding the corner a man sure does. He’s lying in his own small room. Somewhere between 25 and 35, beautiful dark
black skin, a perfect bubble butt and a smile that, as he looked at me over his
shoulder, made my dick drip. He
nodded for me to come in. He got on all
fours, while telling me, with quite a heavy accent, that his name was Cedric and
that he was in Toronto from Jamaica. He
finished his introduction with “And I want your raw dick in my ass.”

I knelt and got his hole wet. I am pretty sure there was at least one load in
there. I want to eat him out forever,
but I force myself to stop and stand up.

My dick eases in to him.
He lets out a musical moan as I bottom out in his hole. Then: “Fuck
me, Daddy.”

I do. But not for
long. I have an idea. As I pummel his ass, I tell Cedric what I’m
thinking. He agrees
enthusiastically. I slow to a stop and
we both go to find Kevin.

Kevin tells me he’s had one more with no load. I introduce the boys and tell Kevin to lie on
his back on the bed. I tell Cedric to
get on all fours above Kevin and so he can suck Kevin’s cock. I enter Cedric’s ass centimeters above Kevin’s
face and tongue.

Tuesday, November 1, 2016

It was a long, dry
summer—at least as far as my getting to the piss party in Chicago. I’d had the great piss scene in Indiana, but
now, at the top of September, I could finally go and play with my buds in the
city. I took the sling.

I arrive early enough to get the sling set up before the men
arrive. It’s tucked in the back corner
as usual. I strip off my clothes. I add the jock (the one I’m slowing
destroying for an admirer) the wrist bands, my boots and the neoprene harness
with yellow piping. I give the organizer
my entrance fee. I check my bag with the
cute coat check clerk. He gives me my
numbered tag and pulls me into a kiss.
When we pull out of it he promises me some piss later and, with a
slightly evil grin, says “maybe more.”

A good start. And no
members are in the room yet…

I sit in the back, tanking up on my water, and watching the
piss porn playing. In moments the men
start coming through the door. They strip. They cruise.
They drink their beer or water.

It seems darker in the bar today. In that gloom, one by one I let guys take a
turn on my dick. I just sit there, my legs
spread. The men kneel and take me deep
into their mouths. There’s no piss from
anyone yet—we are all still hydrating.

A nice looking bear asks if I will fuck him. I tell him to check back with me a little
later in the night. He smiles and goes
off to fill his cup with water from the thermos on the end of the bar.

I hear a noise in the other direction. I look towards the door. One of my favorite piss buds, the red headed
bottom, has arrived and is greeting the bartender. I decide to go fill my water bottle from the
thermos nearest him. He greets me with a
hug. We chat for a bit—he reminds me
this is his last piss party as he and his partner are moving west. He soon bends over and, right at the bar,
gives me some head. When he comes up for
air he asks if I want some piss.

I don’t answer, I just kneel and drink him down.

“I think I’m ready to hop in the sling.”

We head to the back corner.
Just the act of getting him into the sling collects a crowd of horned
men. I have saved my first piss load to
wet his ass crack before I start rimming him.
I let fly—covering his ass cleft, his balls and his generous-sized
dick. I kneel and begin lapping it all
up. I hear someone, I can’t see who with
my face plastered against his wet ass, slide alongside the frame to get to the
red head’s mouth. Whether it is piss or
a blowjob, I’ll never know. I’m much too
busy working the hole I love to fuck. My
tongue opens him up.

I stand. I know to
start slow. I work just the head into
his ass. I wait until he does a long
popper hit, then inch the rest of the way in.

“You always feel great,” he says. The man to the side takes this as a cue for
him to stick his dick back in the red head’s mouth.

I begin a long, slow fuck.
I build to a loud, wet hip slapping one.
A man stands very close to me watching every stroke of my cock going
into RH. He beats his own cock in time
with my hips. I tell him he should take a
turn.

He enthusiastically agrees.
I slide out and he slides in. The
man on the side of the sling has left so I take his place and offer my ass-flavored
cock to RH in the sling. He cleans me—as
best he can with the pile driving fuck he’s being given.

The new top stops. He
leans over and kisses RH. I slide out
and kneel at the end of the sling. I
tell the top I need to clean his dick.
He slides it out of the fucked ass and into my mouth. He hasn’t shot a load, but RH’s hole has made
him pre-cum like crazy. Once I’m
satisfied I’ve gotten every drop I can off his dick, I stick my tongue back
into the now puffy ass.

Heaven.

I lick and spit.

I fuck until the next top wants a turn. Two guys, partners and both tops, are here
for the first time in years. I know them
and they are always good for multiple loads.
I offer RH’s ass to the younger one.

He agrees eagerly.
And shoots in no time. He knows
me well enough to know just what to do.
He marinates in the cummy ass for a moment, then withdraws and sticks
his cock in my mouth.

I clean him.

I felch.

I fuck in the remains.

I have his partner do the same.

And repeat…

*****

Later. Much later.

I am at the bar. I
refill my water bottle. I piss on three
younger men having sex at the bar. One
of them is feeding the other two on their knees. I add another stream for them to swallow.

I turn to the coat check area. The attendant—the hot otter with a
street-wise face comes out from behind the tables. I walk over.

“I have that piss you wanted,” he tells me.

I kneel. He feeds it
to me—his cock getting hard once the stream ends. We’ve been flirting for the last few parties—and
the last couple he’s fed me. I stand,
not wanting to keep him from his duties.

“Where are you going?” he asks.

I shrug.

He turns around and leans onto his work table presenting me
with his ass. “Fuck me,” he tells
me. “I’ve always wanted that dick.”

“Raw?”

“Yeah. Breed me if
you want to…”

I can’t believe my good fortune. This is more than I’d hoped for. I go back to my knees. The floor is drier here than in the
back. I eat out his hole. I know he’ll need lots of spit. I lube my cock as I eat him out. I can’t wait…

I stand up and slide into him. He takes me easily for someone who’s had no
play for the last three hours. He feels
incredibly tight. I fuck him hard. So hard
I move the table he’s leaning on.

The first man up RH comes by. He stops and pisses on my cock—so I piston
loads of his piss up the coat check boy.
I stop. I pull out and tongue his
hole.

“Oh, fuck…” the boy moan’s.

I stand and lean on the table. This puts my dick right in line with his
ass. He backs up on it and skewers
himself. He beats his dick. He gets off impaling himself on my dick.

And just in time. A
patron asks for his bag, before I can finish cleaning up the boy’s spent dick.

From My Side of the Sling

I have written and sent my sexual exploits to certain friends for years. With their encouragement, I have finally decided to post them for a wider audience. Everything in the stories is how it happened--with some names changed.